Go Down In The Tidal Rule

 

Go down in the tidal rule,
plunge, we cannot wade.
Rumlike, stunned, we go down growing,
we smile in our serious collage.

Tough gems flicker and the night runs cool.
Our folded races bunch in steaming bouts
and go down like scattered regiments
through the hard-won valley,
campfires winking like the stars' reflections.

I hold off til the storm blows by
and our oak-like love, a few leaves shy,
stands quiet in the field with arms open.
What's lost grows back when the season warms.

Foolish moon and silly stars
mock like crows the jaundice sun.
What can't be seen by the candle's eye
goes down the jealous thoroughfare
like sparrows bound to heavy wheels.

My dreaming feels her neck with lips
gone down her back like roses' leaves;
my hand stops, tripped at her thigh's wet root,
to bloom her skin with a conscious kiss.

Go down! Go down in the cave's dark smell;
bless the flame and its shadows, tall
as the true world's image against the wall.
Lovers hung in illusion's chains,
no less than angels, sprawl content
upon their bed of forms, their floor of shades.